Aang's Story

Aang tells his story

 

Three weeks into training with Katara and Aang found himself having fun, but he knew that it was going to end when they came for him. Once day, Katara noticed that Aang was worried about something. She wanted to asked but she didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable with him telling her. Aang looked at Katara and back to the window, he never stayed in one city to long because it would make their job easier but he didn’t want to leave this city, he wanted to stay here forever. He finally found a real home.

“So what’s next teacher?” Katara asked trying to break the silence. Aang didn’t answer he just kept looking at the floor. Now Katara was very worried.

“What’s wrong, Aang?”

“Nothing, that’s enough training for today you should go home,”

“No, not until you tell me what’s wrong,”

“Katara please…” Aang pleaded.

Katara put her hands on Aang’s face. “Please Aang tell what’s going on maybe I can help you,”

Aang moved his head and walked to the window. “No one can help me! Not even my own family could!”

This sudden out burst surprised Katara. She has never seen Aang this way before.

“Maybe I can…” she said getting closer to him. He turned around and tears were forming on his eyes.

“Oh Aang, what happened to you before you came here?”

“I wish that I could tell you but if I do…you might want to help and then you would get hurt and I don’t want you to get hurt, Katara,”

Katara looked straight into Aang’s grey eyes, trying to figure out what’s going on with him.

“But if you don’t tell someone Aang this problem is going to get bigger,”

“No, the problem will only have to do with me, and that’s all the matters,”

No what matters is that you have to get help Aang before something bad happens and I don’t want you to get hurt,”

“Fine,”

Katara smiled and let go of Aang’s face. Aang went to the sofa to sit down.

“It all stated with my parents death, I was just a little kid maybe four or five. I started to live with one of my Aunts who was a power hungry lady. By the age of four she killed a few men to get to where she is. When I was seven I almost told someone what she did, she punished me very hard,” Aang started to explain.

“Every time I did something bad she would do that same punishment, she would…rape me,”

Katara gasped. “Oh…Aang I’m so sorry,”

“Yeah, but I got use to it really, all my emotion I had when I was a little kid went away. Happiness, feeling free, and my goofy self all died with my parents. Then when I was ten she thought I should get a fiancée so that when she dies her money was in good hands. So she choose one of her lovers child to be my ‘fiancée’. I couldn’t take it anymore I was tired of her treating me as a worthless piece of trash, so I ran way to my uncle’s house the one who taught me how to fight. I was so happy there, like I finally felt free to be myself, but it ended. Once day when I got home from school I found one of the people who worked for my Aunt standing in the living room with my uncle dead on the floor,”

Katara reached for Aang’s hand and squeezed it tightly in hers.

“The man grabbed me and started to pull me to his car, I just kept looking at my dead Uncle. Then I remember what he told me one day when he was teaching Ba Gua, never allow some one to take away your freedom. So I flipped him over and…started to fight at the end he ran away like a chicken. That was three years ago,”

Aang looked at his hand and started to cry. Katara went to hug him.

“So they are still after you?”

“Yes, I have grown my hair and moved so many times just so I would lose them,”

“That’s why you didn’t fight Jet and didn’t want to teach me because you might have been caught”

“Yes,”

“Don’t worry I’ll help you out of this!”

“And this is why I didn’t want to tell you but if I argue you’ll just beat me,”

Katara smiled and started to tell him ways to help him. Aang just smiled and nodded.

Author's Note

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